The Solitary Sword Sovereign
The Boy and his Sword
A humanoid silhouette was sliced in two instantly, it’s body parts falling to the ground as if they were lifeless to begin with.
Next to the body a young man sighs in relief, he was of a medium build, less than average height, with dark hair, brown eyes and a light brown skin tone.
Normally a person his age should be filled with the vigorous nature of youth, however this young man appeared somewhat more mature. His heaving chest and deep breaths revealed that he was tired.
His expression displayed indifference, his faced hardened by constant battle. He was brandishing a sword, this sword was covered in blood.
Surrounding him, there were approximately 50 or so corpses, littering the floor.
“Damn, these guys didn’t give me enough experience! These demons are too weak, I just wasted five minutes for nothing!”
After muttering to himself the man returned his katana to its scabbard and checked his body, to ensure he was all in one piece. He was pleased with the results, for his white robes were spotless. There were no cuts, dents, not a single speck of any sort on them, not even a drop of blood. It was almost as if he hadn’t been in a fight at all! After realising that nothing was wrong, he started looking around.
“Ah, I never did notice the surroundings. The moment I entered this place I was fighting!”
The young man gasped at the immensity of the room, it was a large circular hall, with the diameter of an entire building. It’s height stretched as far as the eye could see, it’s black walls covered in ancient looking golden runes.
“Right, time to go face the boss.”
After taking in the view, the man slapped his own face and started taking steps forward, these steps however were not normal.
The moment he took a step forward a sheet of ice, half a meter in area, would form beneath his foot. Every time he took a step forward this occurred, and a new sheet of ice would form, eventually creating a flight of stairs, coiling upwards, made entirely from ice.
After a while the boy was out of sight, the steps turned into a vapour and dispersed. The floor was empty, besides the bodies left by the young man. Behind the bodies was an open door, if one was to go through that door, a very large, long cave would be found. The cave was seemingly normal, with the exception of the floor, every single inch of which was covered in blood.
The dismembered body parts of seemingly humanoid creatures littered its entire length, forming heaps the size of houses. All these body parts looked as though they were cut apart cleanly, by a blade, a very sharp blade. On close inspection these parts were twitching, with minute movements, as if they had been alive a few minutes ago…
Author’s Note: This is a short prologue, the chapters from here on out are waaay longer.